How can I sing when the first three rows of the audience are throwing all these things at me?
What all could they mean?
If they want me to go
I wish they would just say so
Baby I can't breathe
So I will sit here underneath this tree
With a magazine
And a couple hits of weed
How can I sleep when the deity is throwing all these crazy fucking dreams at me
What all does he mean?
If God don't know
I wish he would just say so
Baby I can't breathe
So I will sit here underneath this tree
With a magazine
And a couple hits of weed
How can I fail when the proles and their arms are throwing all these loving glances at me
swimmin in the sea
If the tide won't go
I wish it would let me know
baby nothing gets grown
at 4 a.m. under drunk thumbs
and we go home
alone